"Damn, Ed! You've really dredged the bottom of the barrel! She's forty-five if she's a day, she's fat, she's ugly and she smells bad. I'm not doing this! What were you thinking?"
"I'm picturing the classic MILF film. The cute young student seduced by his teacher who is the mother of..."
"I assure you Ed she is not a mother-I'd-love-to-fuck. I seriously doubt I can either get it up or keep it up."
"I'll pay you extra, $700 instead of the usual $500. She's a damned fine cock sucker and she takes it up the ass."
"Oh, God, now I'm feeling sick to my stomach! Look no amount of makeup or dim lighting is going to make this work. I like working with you but I just can't do this. Call me when you find something closer to the species."
"I'm sorry Mike; it's summer vacation and most of the young hotties over at the college are out of town. It's hard finding decent talent. You know you're my favorite male performer."
"I'm your only male performer who isn't queer, over forty, fat, hairy, can get it up and keep it up, knows how to make a good cum shot and can shoot four of them before noon. Oh yea, I forgot, I've also got a nine and a half inch cock. Look, I'm out of here. I like working with you. You're a relatively talented movie maker. You don't try to con me into doing gay shit and the pay is respectable, but you've gone too far this time."
Damn, Mike thought to himself, I could have used the money. My tuition is paid up through the end of the term and my rent's good for another month but I'd like to stay ahead, cash flow wise and this means I've got to dip into savings for groceries and gas. What the fuck was I thinking getting into porn? Oh yea, it pays a hundred times what I could make anywhere else in this shitty little college town.
He'd been embarrassed, terrified that someone might some day recognize him after the first film he had made. Since then he'd always worn an expensive hair piece and a glue on mustache to hide his identity. Fortunately Ed had shot the first one dark, at least as far as the actors faces went. Actors...yea, this was the pinnacle of acting for sure.
Acting...was he sure he really still wanted to be an actor? He'd majored in Drama as an undergrad and received attention from several top grad schools with respected drama departments. The one he was attending had offered the least financial assistance because they didn't have to; they were the best. He'd worked in every aspect of stage and cinema including professional summer stock. Of course his union card was under his, "stage name" so that he didn't get in any trouble for acting in amateur productions. The union usually looked the other way as far as grad students were concerned but you couldn't be too careful. So now he had three names, to include his real name, Michael Davis his stage name, David Michaels, and then of course his porn name, Massive Mike Drillsum.
His social life was another matter; he didn't have one. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a normal date with "normal" sex. He had classes to attend, studying to do, plays at the school that required rehearsals every damned night and then his part time video career. He was now going to school year round to finish his Masters as quickly as possible. One more semester and he'd have his Masters in Fine Arts. This was the first summer he hadn't done summer stock since the summer after his freshman year. He decided that getting done with school was more important than the barely above Equity minimum he would have made at the Grandview Theatre. Then what?
He'd made some good friends and good contacts in summer stock. Knowing how hard it could be to break into acting, he's honed his skills on the technical side and was confident that he had an open offer with an off Broadway producer as either a technical director or a stage manager. He'd have a decent paycheck with plenty of time to take auditions. The stage was his love; the thrill of a live audience. If he could make it there, he didn't really care if he never got a movie role.
One of the academic requirements he had was essentially as a teaching assistant. In fact, he would receive credit for running the school theatre's set and design shop over the summer. They also paid him exactly what he made in one porn shoot for three hours a day for the entire summer. He'd done this kind of work in professional summer stock; thanks to his father, he'd learned carpentry and painting skills as a teen. He was a competent electrician, often taking care of the lighting needs of the school's theatre productions.
He actually expected to enjoy this fifteen hours a week a great deal. The department head, Dr. Stephens, had told him repeatedly that he was a natural born teacher and ought to consider going for a doctorate. Dr. Stephens was one of those rare academicians who had actually worked on Broadway and in films. Realizing after a decade that he was probably not going to make the big time, he had returned to the college campus. Virtually his entire faculty had followed a similar course. Dr. Stephens preferred professors who had, "been there and done that".
Technically, Dr. Stephens taught the course and he would stop by every day or so for a few minutes but pretty much left the workshop to Mike. Mike had helped the professor renovate an old house he had bought and they had become good friends. Outside of class they were on a first name basis; he and his wife had virtually adopted Mike.
There was another reason Mike was looking forward to the summer workshop. Students from other colleges and universities within the state ---schools that did not offer this type of course---came to take the class. Normally, the class was virtually all female. If he had a prayer of a chance of meeting a normal female, going on a normal date and, hopefully, having normal sex, the workshop might be the ticket.
Arriving a few minutes before the new students did, he went over the roster. There were twelve students; nine of the names were quite obviously female. As the prospective students began to trickle in, he introduced himself and handed each one a course overview and a short questionnaire. By the time all twelve had arrived, he had taken stock.
Two of the guys were probably gay and seemed already involved in some sort of relationship. The other guy was good looking, apparently straight, friendly and had indicated prior experience on his sheet. Of the nine women, six were definitely high value targets. Two others were gay for sure and the last one was older than the group but not unattractive.
As he went around the room and asked each one to tell the group about their experience and interests, he quickly realized that the older woman was a teacher at a junior college and had experience in community theatre. The good looking straight guy had worked in community theatre and was more interested in the crafts than in acting and had solid experience. Good, Mike thought to himself, I've got two solid assistants to help me ensure no one cuts their finger off on the band saw.
He broke the class into three groups of four, assigning the two with the most experience as group leaders. The third group of four he took charge of himself. He put one male in each group which gave him one of the two gay guys; they seemed disappointed to be separated but accepted the rules. The other three members of the group that he would watch over were chosen based almost completely on how interesting and attractive he found them. One, in fact, the most interesting, actually had interned in an Equity summer theatre and had hands on experience in set work. If her experience was worth a crap and she showed any leadership ability, she would become the third group's leader allowing him to more adequately oversee and evaluate the other students.
Mike checked out his potential third group leader at close range. She was tall, blond, had straight hair, blue eyes, a hint of a freckle and a great smile. Her ancestors came over from the British Isles, of that Mike was certain.
Before the end of the first class the tall, athletic, tight bodied, natural blond with the long legs, respectable tits and a killer ass had a name. Her name was Sheila and she had shown that she had exceptional experience and knew how to get things done. He asked the other two leaders to stay after class for a few minutes; he also asked Sheila to remain.
"Sheila, you're officially the leader of your group." Addressing all three group leaders, he continued. "As you know, there is a real job that has to be done this summer. The department puts on three major productions and we have to build and decorate the sets for each of them. We can't do it in fifteen hours a week. I know a lot of folks have summer jobs and study requirements for other classes but any extra help you can provide---not only individually---would be appreciated. Let me explain that last comment. Some of the folks that take this class have no experience and are, bluntly, all thumbs. Keeping their limbs attached will be a major undertaking. Before you ask for volunteers to come in and help outside of class, let's be sure we're sure that we, 'want' their help."
